Erick Sermon, Redman, Method Man - Clutch lyrics

I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch
Anybody disrespecting the brand
They get touched def Squad
Wu we coming through can't you tell a
Bunch of niggas walking down the
Block like it's Selma
But we strapped with an automat'
Just in case they act up we fighting back
Sorry Martin, I ain't the one starting
I'm home chilling
I gotta cook and do homework with my children

But I'm back at it, rhyme and beat making
This dope like a habit
These cats got to have it
The MP breakdown, I'm beating on the tablet
I ain't letting no one breathe
Go ask Fabolous
Enough's enough, the stuff y'all releasing
Had to call Method Man up to start beasting
Everybody scared to speak up
What you afraid of
You don't wanna get beat up?
Fuck it, you suck, I said it ease up
I'm not Tyson but it hit you it freeze ups
Schwarzenegger
I got a cop lady-friend that gave me a tazer
So I'm gon go to jail for
Life for killing a hater
So while I'm in the streets I'm getting paper
Locking down the blocks don't fuck
Around and get shot homie
Duke you soft, comforter
These chicks ain't loyal my homeboy
He humping her fuck y'all

I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch
Anybody disrespecting the brand
They get touched def Squad
Wu we coming through can't you tell a
Bunch of niggas walking down the
Block like it's Selma
But we strapped with an automat'
Just in case they act up we fighting back
Sorry Martin, I ain't the one starting
I'm home chilling i gotta cook and do
Homework with my children, meth

E, check they persona non grata
Prizing in the game one nada
I guzzle Ghost Lager
You steal a 40 thief, Ali Baba
Corner store robber I feel
Sorry for your mama i'm a menace, a monster
Meth lab chemist with the contra, no limit
They only see murder they ain't in it
Imposters, pop one minute then they mobsters
We get it pretend it went pop or it's hot
Love pretending
I ain't playing the fun ended
Still not a player like Big Pun
No pun intended we in these tenements
Big guns second amendment
Gives you the right to bear one
I recommend it
You timid, here's a middle finger
You finished this other middle finger's
For anybody offended them gimmicks
See I spot 'em just like a blemish
I criticize the image
Cause everybody's a critic

I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch
Anybody disrespecting the brand
They get touched def Squad
Wu we coming through can't you tell a
Bunch of niggas walking down the
Block like it's Selma
But we strapped with an automat'
Just in case they act up we fighting back
Sorry Martin, I ain't the one starting
I'm home chilling
I gotta cook and do homework

Yo, welcome everyone to my thoughts
I carry the hammer like judge in court
The streets them gone wild
Right through the cannabis plant
And when I chant every verse you
Can actually see the sound cloud
Wow, Redman you done grown up
Grown man do grown man shit what you expect
Rap and drug dealing, the same thing
The strength depends on yo' connects
I was taught well
Never wrote a verse sitting in a cell
But I'm cold with it
A little sickle in his cell
Chicks love a nigga they tripping on his cell
And I tell 'em my album out
Hit me with a sale
My bruh said when I rap, talk to 'em
I said cool I might as well, harpoon 'em
I got a gun from x boxing on
Women and step kids they gotta
Duck when the step pops
That's why I'm international
Tryna turn up and get beat down
This is hip hop
You wanna walk in my shoes, I'm like
Pardon you I got Jordans on
And them are flip flops

I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch
Anybody disrespecting the brand
They get touched def Squad
Wu we coming through can't you tell a
Bunch of niggas walking down the
Block like it's Selma
But we strapped with an automat'
Just in case they act up we fighting back
Sorry Martin, I ain't the one starting
I'm home chilling
I gotta cook and do homework with my children